... here, where the gaze is stopped everywhere, the whole earth is designed so that the face turns upward and the gaze implores. Oh! I hate this world where we are reduced to God.

I do not believe in God and I am not an atheist.

I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.

A stranger to myself and to the world, armed solely with a thought that negates itself as soon as it asserts, what is this condition in which I can have peace only by refusing to know and to live, in which the appetite for conquest bumps into walls that defy its assaults?

And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

Greatness consists in trying to be great. There is no other way.

Nothing in the world is worth turning one's back on what one loves.